Bitterly cold weather, Eddison Park, chicken wings, cigars, and a taste of single malt whiskey.
You could only be in one place and for one reason. 
 
 
R.I.P.
CRACKERS





[Ed. Could Frizzie check if this really is a haiku and if so, this is clearly McTaf's greatest piece of literature ever !]
[All hail "McTombei the Mist" ... but who would miss him anyway !]